红色的小喇叭

Charles Manson - LIE- The Love & Terror Cult (Awareness records, 1987)

01 - Look at Your Game Girl
02 - Ego
03 - Mechanical Man
04 - People Say I'm No Good
05 - Home Is Where You're Happy
06 - Arkansas
07 - I'll Never Say Never to Always
08 - Garbage Dump
09 - Don't Do Anything Illegal
10 - Sick City
11 - Cease to Exist
12 - Big Iron Door
13 - I Once Knew a Man
14 - Eyes of a Dreamer
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记得看唱片内页，Charlie的虚无哲学，还有他的爱与恨。

那些早期拒绝和Charlie合作的乐手及制作人
后来
都被他列入死亡黑名单。

Lyrics:

LOOK AT YOUR GAME GIRL

There's a time for livin'

The time keeps on flyin'

Think you're lovin' baby

And all ya do is cryin'

Can ya feel are those feelin's real

Look at your game girl

Look at your game girl

What a mad delusion

Livin' in that confusion

Frustration an' doubt

Can you ever live without the game

The sad sad game

Mad game

Just to say you love's not enough

Ifn you can't be true

You can tell those lies baby

But you're only foolin' you

Can you feel are those feelin's real

Look at your game girl

Go on look at your game girl

Ifn you can't feel

And the feelin's ain't real

Then you better stop tryin'

Or you're gonna play cryin'

Stop tryin' or you're gonna play cryin'

That's the game

Sad sad game

Mad game

Sad game

OLD EGO IS A TOO MUCH THING (aka EGO)

It's in, side

It's in the back

The front

No it's in the back

No it's in the front

No it's in the back

They shoved it in the back

They put it in the back

All the love in the back in the back

All the love in the back

Get in the back boy

And they call it your subconscious

TALK:

Remember Freud

In the front is your computer

And I call him

SING:

Old ego is a too much thing

Old ego is a too much thing

He'll make you fool yourself

You'll think you're somebody else

They got the whole subway train

Makes you want to jump on up there an' fight

And you can't stand left to your right

He'll make you lie

Make you cheat

Jus' so you won't be beat

He'll make you get on outta sight

You get afraid you gonna, act like a clown

And you get mad when somebody puts you down

Your heart's a-pumpin' and you pan-heart's a-jumpin'

Look out ego is a too much thing

When everything seems goin' so fine

Old ego puts itself on a bind

Your cert'ty turns to doubt

Then you start flippin' out

Then you ease on out of your mind

I AM A MECHANICAL MAN (aka MECHANICAL MAN)

[there is much chanting and "ohm"-ing in the background]

click click click click

cling clong cling clong cling clong cling clong

cling clong cling clong cling clong cling clong

TALK:

I am a mechanical man

A mechanical man

And I do the best I can

Because I have my family

I am a mechanical boy

I am my mother's toy

And I play in the backyard sometime

I am a mechanical boy

[chanting]

SING:

The past is an illusion

Postulated mocked up through confusion

The future, will be confusion

In your, in your illusion

I had a little monkey

And I sent him to the country

And I fed him on gingerbread

Long come a choo-choo

And knocked my monkey cuckoo

And now my monkey's dead

Ban won't wear off

'Cause my monkey's dead

TALK [girl]:

I'm so mechanical I -

SING [Charlie]:

Ban won't wear off

'Cause my monkey's dead

In your head go in and lay down

[chanting]

TALK:

I wonder how, a brown cow

SING:

Could say moo

Down the road come my junko pardner

London bridge is falling down

TALK:

Hey you're goin' the wrong way

[guy]:

I am?

SING [Charlie]:

I see you out there Joe

And you think your name is Joe

I see you out there Sam

And you think your name is Sam

You ain't Joe, you ain't Sam

You just am

TALK:

Have ya got a level?

PEOPLE SAY I'M NO GOOD

People say I'm no good

But they never never do they say

Why their world is so mixed up

Or how it got that way

They all look at me and they frown

Do I really look so strange

If they really dug themselves

I know they'd want to change

Everybody says you're no good

'Cause you don't do like they think you should

Do you expect them

An' do you expect you to act like them

Look at them man

Look at the fix they're in

I don't care I don't care what they say

Just let 'em sit there and burn

The young might not be so dumb after all

An' from the young you might even learn

Everybody says you're no good

'Cause Charles you don't do

You don't do like they think you should

Do you expect them to act like you

Do you expect them

To expect you to act like them

Do you expect to see

Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in

Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in

In your cardboard houses

An' your tin-can cars

You sit there and you wonder

You wonder where you are

Those diamond rings they're obscene

You sit there and you wonder

And you say who's to blame

Take a look at yourself

Take yourself off the shelf

You can't belong to nobody

With your Can't-Cough medicine

And your wonder drug

You got, more sickness

Than you got cures of

WHISPER:

Cancer o' the mind

YOUR HOME IS WHERE YOU'RE HAPPY (aka HOME IS WHERE YOU'RE HAPPY)

Your home is where you're happy

It's not where you're not free

Your home is where you can be what you are

'Cause you were just born free

Now they'll show you their castles

An' diamonds for all to see

But they'll never show you that peace of mind

'Cause they don't know how to be free

So burn all your bridges

Leave your whole life behind

You can do what you want to do

'Cause your strong in your mind

And anywhere you might wander

You could make that your home

And as long as you got love in your heart

You'll never be alone

Just as long as you got love in your heart

You'll never be alone no no no

You'll never be alone no no no no

ARKANSAS

[girls whispering/mumbling]

TALK [girls conversing]:

Really really like we struggle

I mean we struggle with ourselves you know

Yeah

Big ol' struggle

You just struggle an' struggle until you struggle

[giggling]

Then you struggle

And there's no such thing as struggle-

SING [Charlie]:

Far far down Arkansas

There lived a squatter with a stubborn jaw

His nose was droopy red and his whiskers grey

He could fiddle all the night and all the day (far far away)

Came a traveller down a road

Ask if he could find an inn

Can I find an inn

C'mon can I find an inn

Far far down Arkansas

Here come a government man talkin' to my pa

He told 'im uh, I gots to go to school

I gotta learn to be a gosh durn fool (far far away)

(far far away, far far away)

Far far down Arkansas

I was a squatter with a stubborn jaw (far far away)

My nose is droopy red an' my whiskers grey

'Cause the magical mystery tour has taken me away

(Taken me away) taken me away

Far far down Arkansas

I was my mother I was my pa (raised a squatter)

A gov'ment man and a-whiskey still too

And everywhere I'm a-lookin' at you

Far far down Arkansas

Are you stubborn look at your droopin' jaw

TALK:

Smile (aahh...)

ALWAYS IS ALWAYS FOREVER (aka I'LL NEVER SAY NEVER TO ALWAYS)

performed by some of the girls on the ranch

Always is always forever

As long as one is one

Inside yourself for your father

All is none all is none all is one

It's time we put our love behind you

The illusion has been just a dream

The valley of death and I'll find you

Now is when on a sunshine beam

So bring all the young perfection

For there us shall surely be

No clothing, tears, or hunger

You can see you can see you can be

GARBAGE DUMP

Oh garbage dump oh garbage dump

Why are you called a garbage dump

Oh garbage dump oh garbage dump

Why are you called a garbage dump

You could feed the world with my garbage dump

You could feed the world with my garbage dump

You could feed the world with my garbage dump

That sums it up in one big lump

When you're livin' on the road

And you think sometimes you're starvin'

Get on off that trip my friend

Just get in them cans and start carvin'

Oh garbage dump my garbage dump

Why are you called my garbage dump

Oh garbage dump my garbage dump

Why are you called my garbage dump

TALK:

There's a market basket an' a A&P

I don't care if de box boys are starin' at me

I don't even care who wins de war

SING:

I'll be in dem cans behind my favorite store

Garbage dump oh garbage dump

Why are you called a garbage dump

Garbage dump oh garbage dump

That sums it up, in one big lump

TALK:

I claim all these garbage dumps

In the name of

SING:

(The garbage pickers of America)

(The garbage pickers of America)

(The garbage pickers of America)

TALK:

Oh but it smells

Oh pew ... yeow

DON'T DO ANYTHING ILLEGAL

Don't do anything illegal

Beware of the eagle

That's right in the middle of your back

Don't be the eagle

Got you in the back

They got you in a sack

And they keep you lookin' back

Don't do anything illegal

Beware of the eagle

It's got you by the neck

Don't do anything you shouldn't

And you never can say aw heck

I don't wanna do that

[chanting]

I gotta see your ID my friend

I gotta see your ID my friend

I got to see where you begin

I gotta see your ID my friend

Every time I go to the store

I gotta have an ID with me

I got to have an ID with me

I refuse, so they can see

What they wanna be

Free, I'm free

I got to see your ID my friend

When you come out of the hole

And you're up and down the highway

You got to have an ID

If you don't you can't go sideways

SICK CITY

TALK:

[laugh] Let's see.

What was we talkin' about?

Sick City, y'kay

Restless people, from the sick city

But they're home, now to make the sky look pretty

What can I do, I'm just a person

Just a line that we always seem to hear

You just sit

Things get worse and

SING:

Watch TV and drink your beer

Walkin' all alone not goin' anywhere

Walkin' all alone nobody seem to care

Restless as the wind

This town is killin' me

Got to put an end

To this restless misery

I'm just one of those restless people

Who can never seem to be satisfied with livin'

'Cause sick old sick sick sick old sick city

It may be too late for me to say goodbye

And it may be too late

To watch the sick old city die

Goin' on the road

Yeah I'm gonna try to say

Sick city so long goodbye and die

CEASE TO EXIST

Pretty girl, pretty pretty girl

Cease to exist

Just, come an' say you love me

Give up, your world

Come on you can be

I'm your kind, oh your kind an' I can see

You walk on walk on

I love you, pretty girl

My life is yours

Ah you can have my world

Never had a lesson, I ever learned

But I know, we all get our turn

An' I love you

Never learn not to love you

Submission is a gift

Go on give it to your brother

Love and understandin'

Is for one another

I'm your kind, I'm your kind

I'm your brother

I never had a lesson, I ever learned

But I know we all, get our turn

An' I love you

Never learn not to love you

Never learn not to love you

Never learn not to love you

CLANG BANG CLANG (aka BIG IRON DOOR)

TALK:

Oh yeah I got it

SING:

Clang bang clang

Went the big iron door

They put me in a cell

With a concrete floor

Nine other men in that cell with me

Moanin' their fate, with destiny

Clang bang clang

Clang bang clang clang

Early in the mornin'

At the crack of dawn

They wake us to the tune of a bong bong bong

Line up for chow

Munchin' on bread

Drinkin' black coffee with that noise in my head

Clang bang clang

Clang bang clang bang clang

The judge said to me now boy

You've had it

I ONCE KNEW A MAN

I once knew a man

So love he was to be

I once knew a man

Whose heart open you could see

Sadder than a dream

Is that he should pass us by

Sadder than the scheme

Is in the dreams within the sky

Lonelier than I

Could I ever dream of a place to go

Much further than before

Time as it seems would be passive

If it were knocking at your door

Why wonder why dream in a night

Why argue hate and fight

The love that grows in the hearts of the men that I see

Is happenin' is comin' home forever

In the path I should wander alone

And a dream would not be mine to say

And a dream no the dream

Never do more than it seems should I obey

The love in my heart says

Give yourself away

The love in my heart says

You're loose today

Now is forever lasting constant in the mind

Illusions with memories scheming at my end of the mind

All the time

One and one are one if you find

A man who's got to find

Of the man who lives behind the gun

Of the man that lives behind the gun

Where has his love gone and come from

He is your brother

He is your loved one

EYES OF THE DREAMER (aka EYES OF A DREAMER)

It's all in the eyes of a dreamer

It's all in the eyes of a man

All the things that we've done in life

And all the things that we've planned

Can the world be sad as it seems

Where are man's hopes

Where are man's dreams

Aw the eyes of a dreamer

In the eyes o' the man

All the songs, have been sung

And all the saints, have been hung

The wars and cries have been wailed

And all the people have been jailed

The world it's yours my friend

It's yours to begin or to end

Oh the eyes of a dreamer

In the eyes of the man

Take nothing from nothing brother

And it's all just the same

For the loser is the winner

And there ain't no blame

'Cept the end of the game

The moment, is ever constant in the mind

Everywhere I look the blind lead the blind

Here's your chance to step out of time

There ain't no reason and there ain't no rhyme

For the trouble you bring is the trouble you bring

And a thing is a thing just a thing is a thing

In the eyes of a dreamer

It's in the eyes of a man

It's all in the eyes of a dreamer

It's all in the eyes o' the man

All the things that you've done in life

And all the things that you plan

Is the world, as sad as it seems

Where are your hopes

Where are your dreams

In the eyes of a dreamer

All in the eyes of the man

And you are the man

confiscated lyrics found at Spahn Ranch, from Helter Skelter © 1974 Curt Gentry and Vincent Bugliosi:

The pass where the Devil you can see

Flying along in sight for all to see

On the edge of infinity

Santa Suzana is the pass where you look to be

Santa Suzana is the pass where you look for me

12 in the night love or fight

Any way is right

If you come out in the night

It's so out of sight in Devil's Canyon

NEVER LEARN NOT TO LOVE *

the Beach Boys' version of "Cease To Exist"

as credited to Dennis Wilson

© 1969 Brother Publishing Co. (BMI)

from their album 20/20 (released 1969)

Cease to resist, come and say you love me

Give up your world, come on an' be with me

(I'm your kind I'm your kind) and I see

Come one come on

Ooh I love you pretty girl

My life is yours

And you can have my world

(I'm your kind I'm your kind) and I see

Never had a lesson, I ever learned

But now I know I could never learn not to love you

Come in, now closer, come in, closer

Closer, closer, oh

Submission is a gift, give it to your lover

Love and understandin', is for one another

(I'm your kind I'm your kind) and I see

Never had a lesson, I ever learned

But I know I could never learn not to love you

Come in, now closer, come in, closer

Come in, closer, oh (ahh... ahh...)

CEASE TO EXIST

Redd Kross' version

from their album Born Innocent (released 1986)

Pretty girl, pretty pretty girl

Cease to exist

Just come an' say you love me

Give up your world

Come on you can be

Well I'm your guy I'm your guy

I can see you walk on, walk on

I love ya pretty girl

My life is yours

Ah you can have my world

Never had a lesson, I ever learned

But I know, we all get our turn

And I love you

Never learn not to love you

Submission is a gift

Come on, give it to your bro

Love an' understandin', is for one another

I'm your guy I'm your guy

I'm your brother

Never had a lesson, I ever learned

But I know, we all get our turn

And I love you

Never learn not to love you

Never learn not to love you

Never learn not to love you

LOOK AT YOUR GAME GIRL **

Guns N' Roses' version

from their album The Spaghetti Incident? (released 1993)

TALK:

Whenever?

'K

1,2,3,4

SING:

There's a time for livin'

Time keeps on flyin'

Think you're lovin' baby

And all ya do is cryin'

Can ya feel, are those feelin's real

Look at your game girl

Look at your game girl

What a mad delusion

Livin' in that confusion

Frustration an' doubt

Can ya ever live without the game

The sad sad game

Mad game

Just to say you love's not enough

Ifn you can't be true

Oh you can tell those lies baby

But you're only foolin' you

Can you feel, are those feelin's real

Look at your game girl

Go on look at your game girl

Ifn you can't feel

And those feelin's ain't real

Then ya better stop tryin'

Or you're, gonna play cryin'

Stop tryin' or you're, gonna play cryin'

Stop tryin'

That's the game

Sad sad game

Mad game

Sad game

[sigh]

TALK:

Thanks Chaz

Jack!

All lyrics copyright © 1969 Charles Manson.